Near Soul Hall in the Lesser Thousand Worlds.
Xu Yang held a dim, shadowy fruit, his expression twisted.
Ever since he had cultivated Soul Power in Soul Hall, he had faced unceasing pursuit.
Soul Hall was known as a Forbidden Land of the Lesser Thousand Worlds. Who would not covet the power that emerged from a Forbidden Land?
Yet Xu Yang's cultivation advanced exceedingly slowly.
He had now broken through from the Golden Core Realm to the Nascent Soul Realm.
However, he was a cultivator who specialized in the soul, no longer an Immortal Dao cultivator.
The power of the Nascent Soul Realm was simply too deceptive in the eyes of others.
A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, even if he possessed the power of a Forbidden Land, could not make Dao Integration Realm cultivators wary.
In the eyes of the Dao Integration Realm, even the power of a Forbidden Land could not possibly cross two vast chasms.
Yet the power of a Forbidden Land was something Dao Integration Realm cultivators craved beyond measure.
From then on, Xu Yang embarked upon a miserable road.
Many powerful cultivators often lay in ambush near Soul Hall. Forget the Dao Integration Realm—even Tribulation Realm cultivators would not have been surprising.
Xu Yang possessing the power of a Forbidden Land was not, in itself, much to those powerful cultivators.
But the Forbidden Land power in Xu Yang's hands had become a key to opening the Forbidden Land. That was the crucial point.
Just moments ago, Xu Yang had barely stepped out of Soul Hall when he was struck by a powerful Dao Integration Realm attack lying in ambush.
Xu Yang had no choice but to exhaust every ounce of his strength, using soul secret arts and combining them with the mysteries of the Chaotic Soul